Nisa For Abi
Nisa won't allow it.
"Ish, you're this." look cynically at Dita on Nisa who sits so relaxed in her place.
"Nisa's home? Alone?" the lyrics are for the husband.
"Yes, I ordered a taxi."
"Hhhh, jeez..." Nisa moved from her seat.
"Congratulations" He asked Abi's right hand to kiss him. Abi gave it to her immediately, and Nisa kissed her warmly.
"Kiss her," Nisa this time put her lips together.
"Aggressive," said Dita, from a distance..
"It's in the office, later at home." Abi refused gently. However, Nisa actually lowered her face full of disappointment.
"Nisa," call Abi. But Nisa refused to respond. He picked up his bag on the table, and immediately put it on.
"Rasain, he wants a lot. Like a boy," Cibir Dita in heart. I wanted to laugh out loud with that rejection.
"Nisa pamit's... Assalamualaikum,"
"Waalaikumsalam" replied Abi.
Nisa just twisted her body a little, but Abi pulled her arm back. A cuup! A kiss landed on the girl's tiny lips.
"Aaaaaah," Nisa raised her head, and looked at Abi so happily.
"Once, go. Taxi's waiting" Abi said, once again.
Nisa nodded a few times. It feels so happy. Take a bag and immediately go out by passing Dita who is red extinguished, like a freshly boiled crab lifted from his panc.
"Daaah, Miss Dita..." Sapa Nisa with a friendly. Whether intentionally or not, it makes Dita even more upset.
"Pig!"
"What's? Come, leave. The client is waiting." take Abi, wearing his own suit. Not to forget, tidying up a little hair that is a little muddy.
"Smell a little of your hair."
"No, Nisa won't allow it." replied Abi. He stepped out with dignity, out of his room and office. While Dita, walking behind him while carrying some available files.
"I drive?"
"Alright," nodded Dita, who immediately opened Abi's car door.
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"Sir, you can stop by for a minute, to..."
"Sorry, Mba. Mr. Abi has ordered a taxi, it must be according to the route. If it's covering, then I'll be reprimanded."
"Oh, yes, okay. Sorry, huh?"
"Yes, Mba." replied the taxi driver. Which incidentally, was a fleet from a company that Abi was familiar with. Until Nisa is forced to obey her wishes at this time.
"Home home?" ask Adhim, via Wa to him.
"Udah, again on the road. Sorry, can't look at grandma there. Titip again, huh?"
"Yes, that's my job. What matters is that you're safe.
"Yes, thank you" replied Nisa, while sending her an emoticon kiss.
Nisa closed her eyes for a moment, leaned against the windshield and enjoyed the ride. While thinking of several ways, in order to cure Abi from his prolonged trauma.
" Nothing needs to be healed. It's just that you have to make peace with everything."
The car arrived right in front of the house. Nisa went straight down, without having to pay her tax. He immediately went in and met the mother who was sitting relaxed with her tv.
"Mama," call spoiled Nisa. Sit down, then lie on the lap of the mother-in-law.
"Hey, honey. How's home?"
"Mas Abi wants a meeting. Said Dita, the client is introverted, so don't want to be too crowded."
"Captor?" Mama Sofi was trying to remember something. "Oh, her?"
"Mom knows?"
"Ngga.. But, Mama knows. He is an introvert. If it's a meeting, it's just the same thing. Maximum, with its tape. So, please understand, huh?"
"Yes, Ma." nods Nisa. He was still there, lying down so comfortably. At least, distract when browning Abi there.
"There's another pretty girl, right? Uh, but he said introvert. Anyway, if there is Bi Dita, definitely will not stay silent, just like women so." he murmured in his heart. At least, Dita was still trustworthy in that regard.